Then she steps out of her pants too. Her bra and panties are next, and I’m already backing toward the door. “Rose…”
She holds her arms out. “Well, this is it? What do you think?”
I scan her head to toe, lingering on the scars from her attack and surgery, memorizing how strong she is, where her waist dips in, and her thighs curve out. “You’re beautiful. I’ve always thought you were beautiful.”
She nods, and it seems almost mournful. “Yeah, pretty but not worth the effort, right? Sal said that to me once when he…”
I catch hold of her chin, keeping her mouth closed, her body taut in a line along mine. “You are done speaking his name. It’s not doing anything for you to live in the past. Every time you go back there, I have to drag you back out. Understand?” I don’t know if she’s responding to the bite in my tone or the fact that I have her clamped against me with no space between us.
She whimpers, and it whittles even more of my control. “Now, put your clothes on, and I can make something to eat.”
I release her as if she’s going to burn me and head straight for the door. Shutting it behind me, I sink to the floor and drag my hard cock out of my pants. I give it one long stroke, thinking about her body and her perfect little pink nipples.
A groan rips out of me before I can stop it. Shame pours into the void of my chest, but I can’t bring myself to stop, not when she’s making me so damn crazy. At this point, I fear hurting her more than how the sex itself will tie us together.
I want her so badly, and the taste I had of her last night isn’t nearly enough to satisfy my craving. How much control am I expected to have here?
I press my lips together to stifle another groan, and shuffling at the door makes me freeze. My hand wrapped around my base, squeezing instead of sliding now, to keep some of the friction going. I need to come so badly. Maybe once I do, I can think straight again. But not if she walks around naked in front of me.
I pump slowly, hoping to keep the sound to a minimum.
There’s a bump against the door then… “I can hear you out there. Should I be offended you ran off to stroke yourself when I want to help you with it?”
Her voice and the idea of her listening are too much. I pump my hand faster, working myself up, not caring that I’m about to make a huge mess all over myself. It doesn’t matter. Releasing this time bomb is what matters. I have to keep her safe at all costs.
I stroke myself harder, and then her breathy moan hits me. I strain to hear, hoping, praying, needing her to be touching herself too, all at the thought of me doing it. Fucking hell, that’s so hot.
“Rose? Are you…?”
“Yes.” She sighs. “I never thought about it before, but maybe this will help. Let me stop throwing myself at someone who obviously doesn’t want me.”
I squeeze my dick, already leaking prevum. “This is not the erection of a man who doesn’t want you, trust me. I’m trying to keep you safe.”
She moans again, and I pump myself faster, not bothering to hide every grunt or groan since she’s already listening.
“Come with me, Rose. I want to hear you say my name when you push those fingers inside yourself.”
I don’t know if she’s paying attention to me or not, and the thought grates against me. If she’s listening, I want her full attention. I should be the one with my fingers in her pussy, drawing out her release until her thighs tremble.
“Fuck,” she whispers, and I swear it’s so close, I can hear it in my ear. My orgasm races through my shaft, despite me squeezing to try to hold it off. I pump myself slowly, drawing it out until I can think straight again. When I open my eyes, she’s kneeling completely naked next to me.
I almost stop her, but she reaches out to take hold of me anyway. I’m semi-hard now, but I’ll be back to raging by looking at her for a few more minutes. “It’s softer than I expected,” she says.
I can only watch as she explores me, then gently cups my balls in one of her hands. I’m seconds from rolling her over and driving into her right here on the floor. She releases me, and I sag against the wall, the tension now gone out of me.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
I nod, and she gets up and brings me a towel to clean myself up with. Once I’m tucked away again, I go into the bedroom, but she’s still completely nude.
A flutter starts in my gut, making my fingers tingle and my cock ache all over again. Shit. Getting off once didn’t help take the edge off enough.
I clamp my fists and keep my eyes on her face. “You should get dressed.”
She steps forward, and for the first time in my life, I retreat. I fucking retreat from a woman who is going to drive me insane. When she closes the distance, this time, I don’t stop her from reaching into my pants, pulling the still semi-hard length of me free, and stroking me gently. She fumbles, but it doesn’t matter when she’s pressing against me. I can smell her pussy on her fingers, and instead of waiting, I grab her free hand and slide her fingers between my lips to suck her own juices off.
“Did you come?” I ask, staring into her eyes.
She shakes her head, and I haul her up into my arms and then toss her onto the bed. “Well, we can’t have that. If I leave you unsatisfied, you might have to go find your new friend, Dan, and have him finish the job.”